Evershining Stars, Everlasting Love



Vince Yi stepped forward to stop me.

"Why are you here?" He looked at me. I kept my head down, not looking up at him, just wanting him to let go of my hand quickly. I didn't want to be so pathetic in front of him.

"Vince, what's up?" Vince's grandmother walked over slowly with the help of a middle-aged woman, and her face changed abruptly when she saw

me.

"Who is this lady?" Vince's grandmother pretended she didn't know me. She scowled at me, and then she withdrew her haughty gaze quickly.

"I don't know her. I think I've got the wrong person." Vince let go of my hand. His words prate my heart like an arrow in an instant. It hurt me so much that I can't breathe. Then I stepped aside.

Vince accompanied his grandmother into the hospital. I watched the man I had been thinking about, and when he disappeared from my sight, scalding tears poured down my face. His words broke my heart deeply.

I laughed bitterly. I told myself I had nothing to be sad about. From now on, he would live his life, and I would live mine. We would never have to bother with each other again.

Despite what I thought, my heart still hurt.

When I got back to the hospital room, I saw a text message from Vince. He asked me to meet him on the rooftop of the hospital now.

I looked at the time on my phone and it was midnight.

The lights in the ward had been turned off and I pushed my way out through the hallway. I got on the elevator and went to the rooftop. The rooftop was black, with only the light from the distant street lamp.

I walked cautiously, looking around. I suddenly felt that I was silly. Why did I listen to him and come to the rooftop? If I accidentally fall down the stairs, there might be news tomorrow about me, a model that jumped off the building after getting a divorce.

As I looked around, there was no one at the rooftop. I felt cold when the wind was blowing in my face.

Suddenly, someone hugged me from behind, and I knew it was Vince. I was familiar with his distinctive perfume.

He put his face next to my ear and said in a low voice, "Come back to me."

I was silent. I had mixed emotions. His relentless words were still keeping repeating in my ear when we were downstairs.

I didn't reject him, and I let him hug me. I can't believe I met him again at the hospital, so maybe that meant we were meant to be together.

"Why don't you say something?" Vince asked in a cold voice, then he let go and looked down at me.

I lifted my head slowly. This wind messed my hair up. He helped me pull my hair behind my ear. I smiled, and said, "What a coincidence."

"I ask why you are at the hospital." He looked at me in hospital gown and asked, "Are you sick?"

I shook my head and said, "I'm fine."

"There's always something you're not telling me." Vince let go of me and turned around angrily. I stood still and looked at his back. "Why did you come to the hospital? Is your grandmother sick?" I asked. Vince turned around suddenly and looked at me seriously.

"How do you know she's my grandmother? I don't think I have introduced you to her. You and my grandmother met before?" Vince's questioning left me speechless.

I was so dumb. Every time I was in front of him, I made mistakes. I wish I could dig a hole and bury myself so I could never make mistakes in my life. "No." I denied, "I saw that old lady with a little gray hair, and I figured she might be your grandmother."

"Really?" Vince looked at me in disbelief, "Well, since you're so smart, then you just guess what I am thinking at the moment."

I smiled faintly and shook my head.

I watched him in silence as he approached me step by step. I took two steps back, but I stepped on the uneven concrete pit of the rooftop, and fell over suddenly.

Vince saw the situation and stepped forward immediately, and he carefully helped me up.

I looked at Vince and I wanted to hug him so badly. I wanted to tell him that our baby was gone, yet I didn't say the words.

"I'm going back to the ward." I tried to push him away, but Vince's hand held my wrist tightly.

"Nance, what the hell are you avoiding me for?" He asked sternly.

"I'm not hiding from you." I looked solemnly at Vince, "I don't like you. Are you satisfied with that answer?"

"Then why did you come up on the roof if you don't like me?" Vince questioned me. He squeezed my hand so tightly that my wrist hurt. "I...I went up on the roof because..." I stammered.

I wanted to see him, that's why I went up on the roof, but I didn't tell him what I really thought. I made up a reason, "Because I am afraid that someone would jump off the roof. You're the president of the Weisi Group. You'd better not come to places like this anymore."

Vince smirked, "I guess I still don't know women, especially some women like you."

I remained silent and watched him sneer at me. Then he turned and opened the rooftop door and slowly went downstairs. The wind blew away my tears before they fell.

I went downstairs, back to my hospital room, and tossed and turned in my bed. I always thought about Vince's face and his words.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

The next morning, I got a call from mom. She asked where I was.

I knew I couldn't hide it from her, so I just told her that I was at the hospital.

As soon as she heard that I was at the hospital, she came to the hospital on her electric bicycle to see me. She brought over some porridge and dishes. As soon as she heard the doctor say I had a miscarriage, she shouted at me in the hospital room.

She said she was going to go to Jerry to find out what happened and she was going to make him pay for the pain and suffering as well as the medical bills. When I told her that Jerry was not my child's father, she calmed down.

"Who is the father of the child?" She stared at me, then suddenly glared at me and asked, "You're getting a divorce because you're cheating on Jerry, aren't you?"

"Mom, please stop asking questions. My child is gone. What's the point of talking about it?" I leaned wearily against the bed.

"It's your first child. I'm wondering if this would affect your births after aborting it." My mom frowned worriedly. She sat for a few minutes, and then stood up abruptly, "I'll have to ask the doctor. I'm worried that it will affect your future fertility."

Before I could stop her, she was out of the room.

Soon she came back and then she said, "The doctor will give you medicine later. I just asked someone else. She said you can only take one pill of this medicine, not two, or you won't be able to get pregnant after taking two pills."

I laughed faintly at the nonsense. I didn't refute her, nodded and replied, "Thank you, mom. I know."

Around ten o'clock, the doctor gave me three mifepristone tablets. The nurse instructed me to take one after meals and then another tomorrow if it didn't come out of the vagina. If the pill didn't work, I needed take another one the day after tomorrow.

I nodded as I received the pill, but I was hesitant to take it. If the doctor's diagnosis was wrong, I would really lose my child.

There was still a hope in my mind. I hoped this was a misdiagnosis, but if it's not a misdiagnosis, the longer this baby was in my uterus, the more harm it would do to me.

"What are you thinking?" My mom asked me suddenly. I shook my head, smiled bitterly, frowned, and put that pill in my mouth.

But the pill didn't seem to have any effect on me. It was only in the evening that I felt my belly ache a little. The woman in the next bed suggested that I walk more so that I could miscarry more easily.

I smiled bitterly. No one wanted to have their baby aborted from the womb.

I walked out of the ward and wanted to go to the roof, but instead of taking the elevator, I took the stairs to the rooftop.

The light of the setting sun fell on my face and I watched it slowly fall. The dark was gradually covering the sky. My abdomen was throbbing with pain.

I walked around the rooftop. My tears continued to flow. I knew my baby was going to leave my body. And there was nothing I could do to keep him.

I didn't know it was because I was walking too long or this child was trying to leave me quickly, I could feel the blood running down my thighs. I felt dizzy, but then I saw Vince.

Why was he here?

I smiled faintly at him and then I fell into his warm arms when I saw him walk up to me, and I could hear him calling my name.

I was not sure what I had gone through. When I woke up, I was lying in the hospital room.

"What happened to me?" I purse my dry lips and asked.

"You fainted on the rooftop. If it isn't for the nice man who saved you, you would have died from the hemorrhaging." Mom said.

Who was the nice man? Was he Vince? Did he know I had a miscarriage?